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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

1EKKE HAUTE, JULY 23, 1877.

^4 STRIP OF BL US.

I do not own an Inch of land, Bat all see is mine,— Ttae orchard and the mowing-fields,

The lawns and ga dens fine. The winds my tax collectors are, They bring me tithe* divine,— Wild seen ts and subtle essences, tribute rare and f.ee And, more agnificent than all,

My window keeps for me A glimpse of blue lmmen Ity, A11 tUe strip of sea. Richer am I than he who owhs

Great fleets and argosies: I have a share In every ship Won by the Inland breeze To loiter on yon airy road

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Above the apple trees, I freight them with my unfold dreams, Each bears my own picked crew And nobler cargoes wait for them

Than ever India knew.— My ships that sail Into the East Across that outlet bine. Sometimes they seem like living shapes—

The people or the sky,— Guests In white raiment coming down From heaven, which is close by 1 call them by familiar names,

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As one by one draws nigh, V* 80 white, so light, so splrlt-llke, "-i

Prom violet mlrts they blooml sm The aching wastes of the unknown Are half reclaimed from gloom, Since on life's hospitable sea

All souls find sailing room. ^s-w The sails, like flakes of roseate pearl, Float In upon the mist The waves are broken precious stones,—

Sapphire and amethyst, Wasned from celestial basement walls By suns unsettlng kissed, Out through the utmost gates of space,

Past where thegaystars drift, To the widening Infinite, my soul Glides on, a vessel swift '•."t..* Yet loses not her anchorage,

In yonder asure ri-L

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Here sit T, as a little child: !&&&&&: The threshold of God's door --'-mm Is that e'ear band of chrysoprase

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The binding gloiy of the dome ,'t I bow my head before: The universe, O God, is home, ?i's

In height or depth, to me Yet here upon thy footstool green Content am I to be: Glad, when Is opened to my need

Some sea-like glimpse of thee. —Luc* LABCOM. Mi"'

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Circuit Rider.

A LOVE STORY OP EARLY LIFE IN THE WEST.

Uttt BY EDWARD EGGLESTON. Author of The Booster Schoolmaster End of the World,"

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[The Circuit Rider was commenced in The Saturday Evening Mall. Vol. 7, Mo. 48. April 21. Back numbers can be had of newsd alers, or at this office, or sent by mail for five oentseach.*] •«?,

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CHAPTER XXXJV.

"0i THB BROTHERS. Patty had received, by the hand of Brady, a letter from her father, asking her to come home. Do not think that Captain Lnmaden wrote penitently and asked Patty's forgiveness. Captain Lamsden never did anj thing otherwise than meanly. He wrote that he was now bedridden with rheumatism, and It seemed hard that he should be forsaken by his oldest daughter, who ought to be the stay of his declining years. He

ken by his oldest daughter, who ought to be the stay of his declining years. He did not understand how Patty could iretend to be so religious and yet leave lm to suffer without the comfort of her presence. The other children were young, and the house was in hopeless confusion. If the Methodists had not quite turned her heart away from her poor afllioted father, she would come at onee and help him in his troubles. He Was ready to forgive the past, and as for her religion, if she did not trouble him with it, she oould do as she pleased. He did not think much of a religion that set a daughter against her fkther, though.

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Patty was too muoh rejoioed at the en door that it set before her to feel sting very keenly. There was another pain that had grown worse with every day she had spent with Morton. Beside her own sorrow she felt for him. There was a strange restlessness in his eyes, an eager ana vacillating activity in what he was doing, that indicated how fearfully the tempest raged within. For Mortons old desperation was upon him and Patty was in terror for the result. About the time of Kike's death the dove settled upon his soul also. He had mastered himself, and the restless wild* ness had given plaoe to a look of constraint and suffering that was leas alarming but hardly Teas distressing to Patty, wno had also the agony of hiding her own agony. But the disappearance of Pinkey naa awakened some no]

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bar. Not one jot of this trembling hopefulness did she dare impart to Morton, who for his part had but on# conso lation—he would throw away his life in the battle, as Kike had done before him.

So eager was Patty to leave her school now ana hasten to her father, that she oould not endure to stay the week that were necessary to cemplete her term. She had canvassed with Doctor Morgan the possibility of getting some one to take her plaoe, and both had concluded thai there was no one available, Miss jane Morgan being too muoh out of health. But to tbeir surprise Nettie offered her service*. She had not been of much more use in the world than a hamming bird, she said, and now it seemed to her that Kike would be better iili as nil that abe should make herself naeful.

Thus released, Patty started home immediately, and Morton, who oould not reach the distant part of his circuit, upon which his supply was now pnaoh* lag* itt time to reanme his work atonoe, oonoluded to set out for Htosawacbee also, that he might see how his parent* Cued. But he oonoealed his purpose from Patty, who departed in eempaaj with Brady and his wife. Morton would not trust himself In her society longer, He therefore rode round by a circuitous way, and, thanks to Dolly, reached Hlasawacbee before them.

I may not describe the enthusiasm with which Morton was reoeived at hon* Scarcely bad he kissed his mother and shaken hands with his tether, who was surprised that none of hisdolorottt prsdiclleas had been ftiliiled, and greeted yooag Henry, now abootinc up into manhood, when his mother wusperad to him that his brother Lewis was alive and had ootne home, 'What! Lewis alive*' exclaimed Morton, 'I tfaoaght he was killed In Pitta-

doing badly, and ha old not want to return, and so he let ne believe him dead. But now he has oome back and he Is II •Published tn tllustratoi

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afraid yon will not receive him kindly. 1 suppose he thinks beoause yon are a preacher yon will be bard on h?s evil way. But yon won't be too bard, will you?' *1? God knowsl have been too great a sinner myself for that. Where is Lew? I can just remember how he used to whittle boats for me when I was a little boy. I remember the morning he ran off, and how after that yon always wanted to move West. Poor Lew! wnere has hegone?'

His mother opened the door of the little bed room and led out the brother. 'What! Burohard?' cried Morton. 'What does this mean? Are yon Lewis Goodwin?' ,r •lam!'

That's why you gave me back my horse and gun when you found out who I was. That's how you saved me that day at Brewer's Hole. And that's why you warned me at Salt Fork and sent me that other warning. Well, Lewis, I would be glad to see you anyhow, but I ought to be not only glad as a brother, bnt glad that I can thank you for saving my life.' 'But I've been a worse man than you think, Mort.' 'What of that? God forgives, and I am sure that it is not for such a sinner as I am to condemn you. If you knew what desperate thoughts have tempted me in the last week you would know how much I am your brother.'

Just here Brady knocked at the door and pushed it open, with a 'Howdy, Misses Goodwin? Howdy. Mr. Goodwin? and, Moirton, howdy do?' 'This ia my brother Lewis, Mr. Brady. We thohght he was dead.' 'Heigh-ho! The prodigal's come back agin, eh? Mrs. Goodwin, I congratulate ye.'

And then Mrs. Brady was introduced to Lewis. Patty, who stood behind came forward, and Morton said: 'Miss Lamsden. my brother Lewis.'

You needn't introduce her,' said Lew is. 'She knows me already. If it hadn't been for her I might have been dead, and in perdition, I suppose. 'Why, how's that?' asked Morton, bewildered. 'She nursed me in sickness, and read the parable of the Prodigal Son, and told me that it was my mother's favorite chapter.' 'So it is,' said Mrs. Goodwin 'I've read it every day for years. But how did you know that, Patty?' 'Why,' said Lewis, 'she eaid that one woman knew how another woman felt. But you don't know how good Miss Lumsden is. She did not know me as LewiB Goodwin or Burchard, but in qrite a different character. I suppose I'd as well make a clean breast of it, Mort, at once. Then there'll be no surprises afterward. And if you hate me when you know it all, I can't help it.' With that he stepped into the bed room and came forth with long beard and wolf skin cap. 'What! Pinkey?' said Morton, with horror. 'The Pinkey that you told that big preacher to knock down and then hunted all over the country to find.'

Seeing Morton's pained expression at this discovery of his brother's bad character, Patty added adroitly: 'The Pinke^ that saved your life, Morton.'

Morton got up and stood before his brother. 'Give me your hand again, Lewis. I am so glad you came home at last. God bless you.'

LtfWis sat down and rested his head in his hands. 'I have been a very wicked man, Morton, but I never committed a murder. I am guilty of complicity. I got tangled in the net of Mic^jah Harp's band. I helped them because they had a bold on me, and I was too weak to risk the consequence of breaking with them. That complicity has spoiled all my lite. But the crimes they laid on Pinkey were mostly committed by others. Pinkey was a sort of ghost at whose doors all sins were laid.' 'I must hurry home,' said Patty. 'I only stopped to shake hands,' and she rose to go. 'Miss Lumsden,'

Baid

Lewis, you

wanted me to destroy these lies. You shall have them to do what you like with. I wish you could take my sins, too.'

Patty put the disguises Into the fire. Goa can take your sins,' she said. 'Even he can't make me forget them,' saldLewis, with bitterness.

Patty went home In anxiety. Lewis Goodwin seemed to have forgotten the resolution he had made as Pinkey to save Morton from Ann Eliza.

But Patty went home bravely and let thoughts of present duty crowd out thoughts of possible happiness. She bore the peculiar paternal greetings of her fkther she installed herself at once, and began, like a good genius, to evolve order out of chaos. By the time evening arrived the plaoe had oome to know its mistress again.

a «CHAPTER XXXV. PUt KEY AND Aim KLIZA. That evening, after dark. Morton and his Brother Lewis strolled into the woods together. It was not safe for Lewis to walk about in the day time. The law was on one side and the vengeanoe of Micqiah Harp's band perhane, on the other: But in the twilight no told Morton something which interested the latter greatly, and which increased his gratitude to Lewis. That you may understand what this communication was, I must go back to an event that happened the week before—to tbe very lam adventure that Lewis Goodwin had in hia character of Pinkey.

Ann EUaa Meacham had been disappointed, She bad ridden ten miles to Moant Tabor Church, one of Morton's principal appointments. No doubt Ann Elto persuaded herself—she never had any trouble in persuading herself—that nal for religiona worship waa the motive that Impelled her to ride so for to church. Bnt why, then, did abe wiah she had not oome, when Instead of the fine form and wavy looks of Brother Goodwin, she found in the pulpit only the located brother who was supplying his place in his abeeooe at Kike** bedsUef Why did she not go on to tbe afternoon scintent a* she had intended? Certain it la that whan Ann EUsa left that little log jhnwh' called MotoU Tabor became It was built In a hollow, perhaps— At felt unaooountably depressed. She considered it a spiritual straggle, a veritable band to hand oenfllci with Satan. She told the brethren and sisters that aha must return home: she even declined to stay to dinner. She led tbe bone up to a tog and sprang into the saddle, riding away toward home as rapidly as the awkward old natural paosr oould oanry her. She waa vexed that Morton

on thla part of hfa circuit to aee anybody die. Hemlgbt know tbat It would be a pointment to her. She satisfied {^however, by v£uing to by own imsgi nation tbe haWeohines* with which sli would treat Brother Good win

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Goodwin eoolly. 8he had' a sense of insecurity in berbold Upon him. Riding thus through the great foneta of beech and maple Ann Ellsa bad reached Cherry Run, only half a mile from

AUllt S form** Mil ihft r»l A KIAIM. soentin the pace when what should she see ahead but a man In wolf skin cap and long whiskers. She hsd heard of Pinkey, tbe highwayman, and surely this must be he. Her heart fluttered, she reined her home,

aunt's house, and the old horse, iting the liberty and green grass of pasture ahead of him. had quickened bis pace after crossing the 'run,'

and the highwayman advanced. en*t anything to give you. What I haven do you want?' '1 don't want anything but to persuade you to do your duty,' he

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seating himself by the side of tbe trail on a stump. 'Let me go on,' said Miss Meacham, frightened, stsrting her horse. 'Not yet,' said Pinkey, seising the bri die, 'I want to talk to you.' And he Sat down again, holding fast to her bridle iein. 'What is it?' asked Ann Eliza, subdued by a sense of helplessnees. 'Do yon think, Sister Meacham,' he said In a canting tone, 'that yon are do-

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ing just right? "a your life our praying, and singing,- and shoutg, you area wicked woman.'

In'your life that is wrong? With a!

Ann Eliza's resentment now took fire. 'Who are you, that talk In this way? You area robber, and you know it! If you don't repent j^ou will be lost! Seek religion now. You will soon sin away your day of grace, and what an awful eternity—'

Miss Meacham had fallen into this hortatory vein, partly because it wss habitual with her, and consequently essier in a moment ot confusion than any other, and partly because it was her forte and she thought that these earnest and pathetic exhortations were her best weapons. But when she reached the words 'awful eternity,' Pinkey cried out sneeringly: 'Hold up, Ann Eliza! You don't run over me that way. I'm bad enough, God knows, and I'm afraid I shalLfind my way to hell some day. But 111 do I expect to give you a civil good morning on my arrival, or welcome you If you get there after I do. You see I know all about you, and It's no use for you to glory hallelujah me.'

Ann Eliza aid not think of anything appropriate to tbe occasion, and so she remained silent. 'I hear you have got young Goodwin on your hooks, now, ana that you mean to marry him against his will. so?' 'N J, it isn't. He proposed to me himself.' 'O, yes! I suppose he did. You made him!' 'I didn't.' 'I suppose not. You never did. Not even in Pennsylvania. How about young Harlow? Who made him?'

Is that

Ann Eliza changed color. 'Who are you?' she asked. 'And that fellow with dark hair what is his name? The one you dancea with down at Stevens's one night.' 'What do you bring up ail my old sins for?' asked Ann Eliza, weeping. 'You know I have repented of all of them, and now that I am trying to lead a new life, and now that Goa has forgiven my sins and let me see the light of his reconciled countenance— 'Stop, Ann Eliza,' broke out Pinkey. 'You sha'n't glory hallelujah me in that style, confound yon! Maybe God has forgiven you for driving Harlow to drink himself into tremens and the grave, and for sending that other fellow to tbe devil, and for that other thing, you know. You wouldn't like me to mention it. You've got a very pretty face, Ann Eliza—you know you have. But Brother Goodwin don't love you. Yon entangled him you know you did. Has Goa forgiven you for that, yet? Don't you think you'd better go to the mourners' benoh next time yourself, instead of talking to the mourners as if rou were an angel? Come, Ann Eliza, 00k at yourself and see if you can sing glory hallelujah. Hey?' 'Let me go,' plead the young woman, in terror. 'Not yet, you angelic creature. Now that I come to think of it, piety suits your style of feature. Ann Eliza, I want to ask you one question before we part, to meet down below, perhaps. If you are so pious, why can't you be honest? Why can't you tell Preacher Goodwin what you left Pennsylvania for? Why the devil don't you let him know beforehand what sort of a horse he's getting when he invests In you? Is it pious to cheat a man into marrying vou when you know bo wouldn't do it if he knew the whole truth? Come now, you talk a good deal about the 'bar of God,' what do you think will become of such a swindle as you are, at the bar of God?' 'You area wicked man,' cried she, 'to brins up the sins that I have put behind my Dack. Why shonld I talk with— with Brother Goodwin or anybody about them?'

For Ann Eliza always quieted her conscience by reasoning that God's for glveness had made the nupleasant facta of her life as though they were not. It was very unpleasant, when she had put down her memory entirely upon certain points, to have it march up to her from without, wearing a wolf skin cap and false whiskers, and speaking about the most disagreeable subjects. 'Ann Eliza, I thought maybe you had a conscience, bnt you don't seem to have any. You are totally depraved, I believe, if you do love to sing and about and pray. Now, when a preacher cannot get a man to be good by talking at his conscience, he uuks damnation to him. But you think vou have managed to get round on the blind side of God, ana I don't suppose you are afraid of bell ItoalC So, as conscience and perdition wont touch you, I'll try something else. Yoo are going to write a note to Preacher Goodwin and let him oft I am going to carry it.' 'I wont write any such a note, if yon abootme!' 'You arent afraid of gunpowder. You think you'd sail intoneavenstraight, by virtue of your experiences. Iam not going to shoot you, but here Is a pencil and a piece of paper. Yon may write to Goodwin, or I snail. If I write I will ut down a truthful history of all Ann Jllta Meacham*s life, and I aball be qnite particular to tell him why yon left Pennsylvania and came out here to evangelise tiie wilderness, and play the mischief with your heavenly bine qyea. Bnt, if yon write, 111 keep still.' •I'll write, then,' she said, in trepidation. •You'll write now, honey,' replied her mysterious tormentor, leading tbe horse np to the stamp.

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Yea, yon will, my pioos friend. Now Ann Ellsa, you've got a nioefsoe when a man onee gets in love with yon he cant quite get out. I suppose I will feel tender toward yon whan we meet to part no more, down below. I waa in love with yon onoe.' 'Who are you?' 'O, that dont matter! I was going to ssy that if I hadn't been la. love with your blue eyes onoe I wouldn't have taken the trouble to oome forty miles to get you to write thia letter. I waa only a mile away from Brother Goodwin, aa you call bim, when I heard that you had victimized him. I oould have sent hint a note. I came over here to aave you from the ruin you deserve. I would have told him more than tt Pennsylvania ever knew, dear, scribble away as I at tell nim and everybody else what will take the music out of your lovefeast apeeches in all this country.'

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With a tremulous band Ann Eliza wrote, reflecting that she oould send another note alter this and tell Brother Goodwin that a highwayman who entertained sn insane love for her had met her in a lonely spot and extorted this from her. She handed the note to Pinkey. 'Now, Ann Eliza, you'd better ask God to forgive this sin, too. You may pray and shout till you die. I'll never say anything—unless you open communication with Preacher Goodwin again. Do that, and I'll blow you sky high.' '.You are cruel, and wicked, ana mean and—' 'Colhe, Ann Eliza, you used to call me tb

look half so fascinating when you're mad as when you are talking heavenly. Good by. Miss Meacham.' And with

that Pinkey went into a thicket and brought forth his own horse and rode away, not on the road but through the woods.

If Ann Eliza oould have guessed which one of her many lovers this might be -she would have set about forming some plan for circumventing blm. But the mystery waa too much for her. She slnoerely loved Morton, and the bitter cup she had given to others had now come back to her own lips. And with it came a little humility. She oould not again forget her early sins so totally. She looked to see them start out of the bushes by the wayside st her.

After this recital It Is not necessary that I should tell you what Lewis Goodwin told his brother that night as they strolled in the woods.

At midnight Lewis left home, where he oould not stay longer with safety. The war with Great Britain had broken out and he joined the army at Chillicothe under his own name, which was his best disguise. He was wounded at Lundy's Lune, and wrote home that he had been all the time trying to wipe the stain off his name. He afterward moved West and led an honest life, but the memory of his wild youth never ceased to give him pain. Indeed nothing is so dangerous to a reformed sinner as forgetfulness.

CHAPTER XXXYI. GETTING THB ASSWER,

When Patty went down to strain tbe milk on the morning after her return, the hope of some aellverance through Lewis Goodwin had well nigh died out. If he bad had anything to communicate, Morton would not have delayed so long to come to see her. But, standing there as of old, in the moss coveredspring house, she was, in spite of herself, dreaming dreams of Morton, and wondering whether she could have misunderstood the hint that Lewis Goodwin, while he was yet Pinkey, had dropped. By the time the first crook was filled with milk and adjusted to ite place In the oold current, »he had recalled that morning of nearly three years tefore, when she had resolved to forsake father and mother and cleave to Morton by the time the second crock had been neatly covered with Its clean block ahe thought she could almoet hear him, as she had heard" him singing on that morning: "Ghalst nor bogie Shalt thou fear,

Thou 'i-t to love and heaven sae dear, Nocht of 111 may come thee near, My bonnle dearie." Both she and Morton had long since, in accordance with the Book of Discipline, given up 'singing tboee songs that do not tend to the glory of Goa.' but she felt a longing to near Morton's voice again, assuring her of his strong protection, as It had on that morning three years ago. Meanwhile, ehe baa tilled all the crooks, and now turned to pass out of the low door when she saw, standing there as be had stood on that other morning, Morten Goodwin. He was more manly, more self contained, than then. Years of discipline had ripened them both. He stepped back and let her emerge into the light, be handed her that note which Pinkey had dictated to Ann Eliza, and which Patty read:

REV. MOKTON GOODWIW Deor,Sir—The engagement between us is broken off. It Is my fault and not yours.

AHA E. MEACHAM."

It must have cost her a great deal,' said Patty, in pity. Morton loved her better for ner first unaelfish thought.

He told her frankly the history of the engagement and then be and Patty sat and talked in a happiness so great that it made them quiet, until some one came to call her, when Mortoh walked up to'the bouse to renew hia acquaintance with the invalid and mollified Captain Lumsden. 7aix, Moirton,' said Brady, afterward, when became to understand how matters stood, *you've got the answer In tbe book. It'a quare enough. Now, 'one and one ia two' la slay enough, but 'one and one la one' makee tbenardeet anm iver given to anybody. You've got it, and I'm glad of it. May ye nlver conjugate the varb to love' anyways exdptpriaent tlnae, indicative mood, first parson, plural number, 'we love.' I dont keer ef ye add the futur* tlnae, and aay, 'we will love.' nor ef ye put In the perfect and say, 'we have loved,' but may ye always stick feat to first plural number, prisint tlnae,' mood, active voee!'

Morton returned to Jenkinsville circuit in some trepidation. He feared that the old* brethren would blame him more than ever. But this time he found hlmse'f tbe object of much sympathy for renewing her engagement with the ve«y willing Bob Howon, who chuckled a

Ann Eltzi had forestalled all gossip by her engagement with the ng fob HoMon, who cbackl great asal to think how he had 'cat out' the preacher, after all. And when Brother Magruder came to understand that he had not understood Melton's case at all, and to understand that he never should be able to andeoftand It, he thought to atone for any mistake he might have made by advMng tbe Bishop to send Brother Goodwin to the dreuit that ineiaded Hiasawschae. And Morton liked the appointment better than Magruder lad expected. Infwed of living with hie mother, aa became a da'l'ai aon, be aoon Inafallcri himself far the year In the houaeof Lu marten, in the doable mgmitf eral aapervisor of the nwrifcaad aMa* aflhimand soa-in-lawi

These rise before me, as I write these

laat- lines, visiona of circuits and stations of which Morton wss afterward the preacber-in -charge, and of diatricta of which be came to be prealding elder. Are not all of theae written in the Book of the Mlnutee of the Conferenoee? But the ailent and unobtrnaive heroiam of Patty and her brave and life long sacrifices are reoorded nowhere but in the Book of God's Remembrance. [THB KID.]

Golden Words,

6unning is short-lived success. Repentance ia the spring of virtues. Goodness is beauty in its beet estate. There is no joy without a corresponding sorrow.

Use, but do not abuse, the good things of tbe world. Obituary notices, to be very fine, should not be too true.

Faith has won more victories than ambition ever has. Forget other people's faults, by remembering your own.

How did the atheist set his idea of that God whom he denies? The heart, too often, like the cement of the ancient Romans, acquires baldness by time.

The love of glory can only create a great hero the conte jipt of it creates a great man.

To be independent of external circumstances 1b the first step towards the enjoyment of life.

There is nothing so weak as the cunning in a man. ana yet he is apt to be more vain of it than he is of bis ment.

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Truth never need be in a hurry, but a lie must keep all the time on the jump a lazy lie soon tires llself out, and ends in confusion.

A wise believer observes God in all. looks to God through all, goes to Goa with all. trusts Goaf for all, loves God above all, and honors God more than all.

Were we to take as much pains to be what we ought, as we do to disguise what we are, we might appear like ourselves. without being at the trouble of any disguise at all.

One might as well try to calculate mathematically the contingent forms of the tinkling ef bits of glass in a kaleidoscope as tolook through the tube of the future and foretell Its pattern.

Fortune, like other females, pre'era-a lover to a master, and submits with impatience to oontrol but he that woosher with opportunity and importunity will seldom court her In vain.

To be thrown upon one's own resources is to be cast into the very lap of fortune for our faculties then undergo a development and display an energy of which they were previously unsusceptible

A man is thirty years old before he has settled thoughts of his fortune It is not completed before fifty. He fells to building In his old age and dies before his house Is in oondition to be painted and glazed.

There Is not a horse In the stable, not an ox In the stall, there Is not a snake that winds Its way through the grass, there Is not a reptile living but Is better fulfilling the purposes of God in its condition than a man is who gets drunk.

Life has such hard conditions that every dear and precious gift, every rare virtue, every genial endowment, lov j, hope, joy, wit, sprightllness, benevolenoe. must sometimes be put into the crucible to distil the one elixir—patience. —Gail Hamilton.

Nothing can be more absurd than the idea that 'looking guilty' proves guilt. An honest man charged with crime is jnuch mere likely to blush at the accusation than the real offender, who is generally prepared for the event, and has his ftce "ready made." Tbe very thought of being suspected of anything criminal will bring the blood to an innooent man's cheek nine times out of ten.

This world ia net made for* tomb, but a garden. You are to be a seed, not a death. Plant yourself, and you will sprout bury yourself, and you can only decay. For a dead opportunity, there is no resurrection. The only enjoyment, the only use to be attained is on the wing. Each day brings its own oenefit but it haa none to spare. What escapee to-day, is escaped forever. Tomorrow has no overflow to atone for the lost yesterdays.

Prejudice, which is only crystalized obstinacy, often rules in tbe physical treatment of babies. They are allowed to suffer and scream with pain from Colic, Flatulenoe, Bowel Disorders, etc., when some simple, reliable and sale rem

bottle. Why are Dr. Roback'aJllood Purifier and Blood Pills the best remedies, taken together, for the cure of all diseases of tbe blood?

Beoause tbe Blood Purifier is the only article in tbe market wbioh contains the celebrated and oostly drugs imported expressly from Sweden forTts manufacture, and tbe Pilla contain tbe active irinolple of Podophyllum (Mandrake loot), and is a aubatltute for Mercury.

WAYNB'S DIURKTIC EMXHL OF BUCHU, JULTLPKR. AND ANITATK PoTASH.— A new and valuable preparation for the relief and cure of Gra rel, Irritation of the Bladder and Uretha, Dropsical Rheumatism, and Gouty Affections, Pain In the Back and Loins. Ac.

For sale by J. J. BAVB.

ASK YOURSELF HE&E QUE8JONS. Are you a despondent sufferer from Sick Headache, Habitual Ooatlvenees,

Dis*

Palpitation of the heart? Have you si ness of tbe heed Is your Nerv

your .Nervous

System depressed? Doee your Blood circulate badly? Have yon a Oough? Low Spirits? Coming np of the food after eating? Ac. All of these and much more are tbe direct results of Dyapepsla, Liver Complaint and Indlgeotion.

ROOT'S A170UST FLO wan is now ac knowledged by all druggists to be a pssttlve cure. 3,400,000 mtttlea were given away in the U. S. through Druggists to tbe people aa a trial. Two dosea will satiaiy any person of its wonderful quality in curing all forma of IndlgeaUou. Sample bottlea 10 eta. Regular size 75 eta. Soldpositive by all flrstciaas Drugglateln U. fit

For aais by Gullck A Berry and by GrovssA Lowry.

[EWING MACHINES 'AMMMM AVI AmrVBTM the vsrybwt manner and warranted to rk, by JOSEPH FOLK, No.« Mite

In

for tbe real trouble may be vwnr IUM tne eest of mailing a ansae trtSeTTlM needles and oU eonstantty on hand.

jeawat ti

'he ben

___ own town. Terms free.

Professional Cards.

THOMAS {L.NEW»N. IS&AC N. Pineoe*'

NELSON

& PIERGE,

Attorneys at Law,. TERRE HAUTE IHD.

Office, north side Main st. near Thkd. ASA X. BLACK. BDW1N W. XltACK

•LACK & BLACK.

ATTORNEYS AT LAW, 31S}£ Main street. TEREE HAUT^ 1ND. K. G. BUFF. S.

X.

BBSBHIS

UFF&BEECHER,

ATTOBarEYft AT LAW,

OKFICX—NO. 826 Ohio 8treet, bet. Third and Fourth, north side.

TOHN T. WILEY,

IHtVBAHCI AXD

COLLECTION AGENT,

KOTAftY PUBLIC.

Makes Specialty

off

Collections.

523% Main Street. TURK HAUTX, IXD

Companies Represented. (FIRK IIOUTRANCK.)

Ins. Co. North America, Phlla. 96,606,000 Niagara Fire Ins Co. of N. Y. 1,506,000 Penn Fire insurance Co. l,67o,900 Scottish Commercial, Glasgow. 6,000,000 (UK IN8UBAMCK.1 Northwestern Mutual, Mi.wauiee $19,600,000

Loaned In Indiana, over 2^00^00. Losses paid in Indiana, over 300,000. Losses paid in Terre Haute during past sin years, over

J. P. WORRELL,

Office, LINTON HAMBION, Southwest corner 6th and Ohio Streets. Offlco hours from 9 a. m. te 1 p. m. and from 4 to 6p.m. Practice now limited to diseases of the

ETBandBAB,

R. J. MILLS

would most respectfully announce to tne citizens of Terre Haute and vicinity, that he has opened, on the corner of 18th and Chestnut streets, a Medical Office, where he will treat all classes of Chronic and act te diseases, of both sexes, in tbe most soientlf 0 and successful manner, either with or without electricity.

Office and residence on corner of 13th and Chestnut streets, three streets east of Vandalia depot. Visits made to the country, if required. (febl7-l)

OSEPH RICHARDSON, M.

Office on Ohio Dt, Bet. 3rd dt 4th, TERRE HAUTE, IND.

N O. LINCOLN,

DfMUT.

Office, 221 Main street, near Seventh. Ex«-' tracting and artificial teeth specialties. All work warranted. (d&w-tf)

DR.

L. H. BARTHOLOMEW,

Bnrgeon and Mechanical

DENTIST,

Dentnl itoom, 157 Matin Street, neaur 6th, .,

TLXM HAUTE, NM.

Nitrous Oxide Gas administered for pal» ess Tootli Extraction.

N W. BALLEW, DENTIST,

•ace, lie Main Street, over Sage'* old confertionerjr stand. TERRE HAUTE, IND.

Can be fonndln office night ana day,

Business Cards. AL THOMAS,

Optician and Watchmaker For the trade. Main street, near Sixth, sign of big man with watch.

WP.

MYER,

a Tinware and Job Shop, 114 south Fourth st. opp, Market House. a full stock of Tinware. Speolal attention given to Job Work.

RW.

RIPPETOE ,,,

Qene al Dealer in

GROCERIES, VISIONS AND PBO* DUCE, National Block, 155 Main street

KISSNER,

Wholesale and Retail Dealer in I'lsnoa, MeMeena, Orgnns, s, Musical Instruments, Ao^

Palace of Music, 48 Ohio 8*

STOYE DEALERS. HEELER & SELLERS,

in Street, between Eighth and Ninth, TERRE HACTE, IND., Keep on hand at their place of business a large and well selected stock of

STOVES, TIN AND HAKDWARE.J And ask the public to call and prioe their oods before buying elsewhere and be bene* tted

Produce and Commission OS. H. BRIGG6,

PRODUCE AND COMMISSION MERCHANT, •*. and Dealer In

HIDES, PELTS, RAGS, BUTTER, EGGS, AC., Corner of Fourth and herry streets,'

TERRE HAUTE, INl),

ROOTER'S

t!

RESTAURANTS.

CH.

GRAND

Restaurant and Dialog Room a, No. 610 MAIN STREET,

North *ide, TERRE HAIJTE, IND. om DAT AND MOOT.

HOTELS.

ENDERSON HOUSE. F. P. NICHOLS, Prop'r.

south Fourth St, Bet Walnut and Poplar, TERRJB HAUTE, IND. First Class Boarding br the week, Day or Meal. Beet wagon Tinl in the city.

HOGS.

HENBY

BROWN,

... meeSHIFFSM# f,V TERRE HAUTE, IND.

Bars hoes every day in the year, "cash up go grumbling." Office on south Fourio amLOMbalit square sooth of the market house, one door south of Htndierson house. Aiii««ki«totrrme. Tradewlthmeonoe ndyou will trade with me again. nn a nim IIMITIB. Nomedi-

HJbAJ:

cine. Book free. G. J. WOOD,

Madison, lnd. JdMt-eow